Forgotten Gods.

The Forgotten Gods

Disclaimer: Legacy of Kain belongs to Edios and Crystal Dynamics not me. I am making £0.00 out of this fic, it is written purely because I have a burning need to create. Although I would like to own Vorador . . . then he’d be mine.

Warning: this fic contains YAOI (GuyXGuy), blood play and a lemon, if this offends or upsets you do not read this, it’s that simple.

Defiance spoilers – reference to the ancients curse

Rating: R - NC17

Pairing: Janos/Vorador

Part: Two of Five

Authoress note: this was something I wrote a while ago, I have ripped it apart stuck it back together and made it yaoi. Hope you like.

Please be aware that this is set way, way back, long before Blood Omen, before the Serefan existed. In this time vampires were god-like to the humans, (as so eloquently told by Janos to Kain in Blood Omen 2)

Also note the PoV changes several times in this fic when that happens you will see {Vorador} or {Janos}

Beta read by the wonderful Anne shard, whom has all my thanks


Chapter Five

{Vorador}
Vorador was gasping as dark blue lips travelled down his throat and back up to his mouth. His sire’s arms wrapped tightly around his shoulders, and he was pushed backs sls slowly, until he felt the backs of his thighs touch one of the chairs and he allowed himself to be toppled backwards onto it.

The ancient vampire followed, still kissing his fledgling. However, the chair fell, and the two toppled, landing on the marble floor, and rolling onto a rug.

Janos purred. All the pent up eneras cas coming out of him so fast! Vorador whimpered as he felt his sire kiss his lips, his cheeks, his chin, his throat, his eyelids and his nose before returning to his lips once more, holding on to him tightly like he would disappear. Vorador slid his arms around his maker’s shoulders and attempted to return some of the kisses, wanting to make his sire feel what he was feeling.

Unable to keep up with his sire, Vorador just lay back on the thin rug, purring softly under the frantic barrage of his sire's kisses.

Eventually, Janos pulled back and was about to say something, when Vorador reached up and softly brushed his lips over his maker's. He smiled widely as Janos shuddered, the simple action causing to to burn.


{Janos Audron}


Janos smiled, sitting up in his child’s lap. He could feel his arousal pressing hard against his pants; he slowly ground against his fledgling, quickly feeling and answering hardness there.

Janos shivered as cool hands spread the robe from his body, revealing his pale blue chest to the one beneath him. Calloused hands pulled him down, so he was suspended over his child. He gasped loudly as he felt hungry lips lock onto his collar bone, before moving slowly downwards.

“AAHH God!” he cried when the hungry mouth fastened over a dark blue nipple. Fangs lightly grazed the skin but did not break it, even when Janos arched hard into the mouth, wanting to spill his own blood for his child.

Vorador purred at the reactions he was getting from his maker. Sitting up with his sire still in his lap, he wrapped strong arms around the ancient’s waist, careful of harming the delicate form. His sire closed his mouth over his and Vorador felt his sire’s tongue push into his mouth. Vorador ran his hands up his sire's back, touching where flesh became feather. His sire yelped and jerked.

Instantly, Vorador drew away, worried he had harmed his maker. But on watching Janos gasp for breath and flush deeper he knew otherwise.

“Like that?” he asked, smirking, before he returned to rubbing the sensitive area.

Janos arched hard, groaning aloud as his fledgling continued to massage the soft feather and silken skin where his wings joined his back, sending molten heat straight to his groin. He bucked in his child’s lap, causing his arousal to rub against a well defined abdomen.

He reached behind him to stop his child’s ministrations; it would end too quickly if those touches continued. His wings trembled, over-sensitive after the tormenting touches, as he guided his child’s hands to his chest, letting him explore. Calloused fingers brushed over his nipples, forcing them into hard points. His breath snapped in his throat.

Growling low in his throat, he pushed down, lying over his fledgling to enact revenge.


{Vorador}

Vorador yelped and laughed aloud as feathers ran teasingly up higs. gs. He squirmed beneath his sire, trying to get away from the tickling sensations.

“Stop,” he laughed.

The touches did stop, and Vorador glanced up at Janos, only to shiver anew as his eyes met with the golden, lust-filled orbs of his creator. Talons quickly busied themselves at Vorador’s simple clothing and it was mere seconds before he lay exposed beneath his creator. He yelped suddenly as Janos grasped him without warning, running his hand slowly over his arousal and causing him to thrash anew.

He gasped aloud as Janos ran teasing claws over the head, talons dancing over his slit. Wings opened wider as Janos shuddered, still stroking him as his wings rose and trembled.


{Janos Audron}

Watching his child gasp and trash under his touch had Janos reeling. He felt his wings rise and fall of their own accord, moving in response to the sensation racing through his blood at his child’s ecstatic outcries and bucking hips.

Then, without any prior warning, Janos found himself pushed onto his back, with his child leaning over, him his chest heaving.

“My turn,” he panted, leaning down to kiss at his sire's stomach and smiling as it twitched.

It wasn’t painful to lie like this, but if he remained that way too long he would be sore. If he slept like it he would be sore. But for now, he would allow his wings to be pinned in the restricting hold. He felt himself jerk as his wings still tried to flap despite being pinned; it made a wonderful sound on the cold marble floor, like a heart beat.

“Vorador!!” he gasped as he felt his child kiss the dripping tip of his arousal. His breathing stopped completely for a second before coming back in quick loud gasps.

A broken sobbing cry escaped him as he was swallowed whole.

“Oh God!” he called to his God who had forgotten him as his fledgling swallowed him rapidly, only to release him slowly before once again swallowing him. He could feel fang scraping his flesh and it only made him quiver more so.

His wings were beating on the marble floor now faster and harder as he spiralled higher with each delicate flick of his child’s tongue.

This had to stop. Pulling his child up he breathed, “Where did . . . you learn . . . that?”

“A book,” Vorador smiled innocently, but his eyes sparkled with mischief and lust.

“Don’t you know people make the best teachers?” Janos smirked as he rolled his fledgling until he was perched above his child. His wings, now free, opened and closed rapidly, twitching faster.

He ran his tongue over the pulsing head of his child’s arousal, watching as Vorador groaned loudly. He ran his talons up and down the shaft a few times, watching his child’s delicious shivers, enjoying how it made him burn. His own need twitched in response and Janos leaned down, grinding his body against his child’s. He felt his child vibrate under him and he groaned aloud with the need to consume this. Janos smiled and placed cloven talons on his child’s thighs, pushing his legs apart before sliding a talon down in-between them

“Janos?” Vorador breathed before jerking as a talon rubbed slow, agonising circles around his entrance.

“I thought you read about this,” the ancient smirked, rubbing harder, making his fledgling whine

“It never . . . said . . . anything about . . . this,” his child gasped.

“I told you people make the best teachers,” Janos purred nuzzling his fledgling’s throat, scraping fangs over the life-giving artery, making his child whine louder. “Just relax and trust me,” Janos breathed before whispering a short incantation.

His dry talon suddenly became warm and moist as it pressed harder against his child’s opening. He pressed, circling harder, until his talon penetrated; he felt muscles tighten around him.

“Relax,” he purred, lapping at his child’s mouth. “It’ll feel good in a moment.”

Slowly, his child relaxed under him, steadily getting used to the invasion. Janos smiled, looking down at the wanton creature beneath him, before he ghosted over a small protrusion deep inside his fledgling.

“OH AHH SIRE!” his child shrieked suddenly, pushing back against his creator.
Janos grinned widely, baring fangs as he pressed against the bundle of nerves again and again, gaining shrieks and high mewls from his child.

{Vorador}

Vorador blinked rapidly, trying in vain to clear his clouded vision as his sire caressed him inside, rubbing over that spot that made him arch and scream again and again. The pleasure it gave was almost soul shattering.

He felt the talon pull back a little, running around his inside walls, stretching him, opening him wide. He groaned in protest, wanting more of that soul shattering sensation. He wanted more, he wanted more right now. He arched fiercely and all he got in reward was a light chuckle.

“You want more?” Janos smiled at him.

He looked up at his sire and tried to look pleading. Pride be damned, he need this, he needed it to be Janos who gave him this. He arched and cried out when his sire rubbed that spot again and subconsciously reached down to try and push his sire in deeper.

He felt cool lips cover his own and he kissed back with furious hunger, hoping to covey his want in the kiss. This touch was wonderful, but it wasn’t going any higher, it wasn’t enough. He needed to be higher.

“Please!” he cried, not sure what he wanted, but knowing he wanted it right NOW.

He whimpered loudly as he felt that talon remove, leaving him empty. Instantly, he reached up to wrap his arms around his sire, wanting closeness, needing to be touched. He felt himself being pushed back and pinned by his sire's weight. Something bigger than the talon pushed at his entrance.

“I love you,” Janos whispered.


{Janos Audron}

Janos winced in sympathy for his fledgling as he heard the whimper of pain escape his child’s lips.

“Shh,” he cooed, “it’ll stop hurting soon. It’ll feel good, I promise. Just a little more.”

Powerful arms wrapped around him, holding him tightly. A hand accidentally brushed over where feather became flesh, causing Janos to groan, jerking deeper too fast and causing his child to let out a quiet cry. He leaned down and lapped at Vorador’s throat, feeling him shudder under the touch. He considered briefly before sinking fangs into flesh.

His child howled and arched upwards into Janos’ mouth, impaling himself completely on his sire. Janos groaned. It was so veryht, ht, so warm, wet and . . . unbelievably tight. He closed his eyes as he swallowed mouthful after mouthful of blood, unable to stop as electric sensations jolted through him, urging him to thrust hard and fast into his child.

Slowly, he drew back, feeling his wings twitch and tremble fiercely as he held them back in an unnatural position so as not to obstruct anything.

“So tight,” Janos managed to gasp.

Vorador was gasping beneath him, looking up at him with molten gold eyes, begging for something.

“I love you,” his child whispered. Janos smiled.

Seated perfectly inside the flushed body beneath him, Janos purred into his child’s throat, waiting for some signal from his fledgling that it was OK. He suddenly felt legs wrap tightly around his hips and a jerky movement that forced him even deeper inside his child.

With a low growl, Janos started to move, slowly at first. Vorador groaned and he re-angled his hips, then thrust, re-angled them again and thrust. This time he got a loud mewl and he knew he’d hit his child’s prostrate. His smile widened as Vorador threw his head back gasping; he thrust deeper, pulling out farther and pushing back in harder. He would make this good; he wanted his child to be screaming by the time their climax came.

“Please,” his child gasped. Janos looked down. Vorador was looking up at him with need filled eyes

“Tell me what you want,” he rasped.


{Vorador}


Vorador could barley understand his sire. The pleasure was too much, but still there was something missing, something he needed to go higher. He gasped as his sire leaned over him, trapping his arousal and causing it to rub against their stomachs. He needed more, he wanted it.

“More, please, faster,” he managed to gasp, “harder.”

He flushed as his sire stopped moving completely. Looking up, he saw a shocked expression over Janos’ face, then a hard snapping thrust drove straight into his prostrate and he shrieked.

“Please, I need it,” he cried. Another hard snapping thrust that sent his whole body jolting forwards came, and he squealed.

“How much?” Janos rasped, swallowing hard.

“Please, I need it, I want to be yours, please...”

That was all it took. His sire was suddenly lunging into him with hard snapping thrusts, driving deep inside him and pounding into his prostate each time. The thrusts sped up, causing Vorador to howl out in ecstasy.

Every single nerve ending was buzzing, every caress set him aflame, and he opened his eyes, not aware he had closed them, and looked at his maker, wings spread over him trembling, letting out deep primal growls as his wings suddenly pounded into the ground around them as if trying to take off.

He felt his sire reach down and close their mouths together in a searing and blinding kiss which he gladly accepted.

He felt himself tightening and groaned as the end approached. He fought it, he wanted this to go on forever, to be this close to Janos was what kept him alive, surely he would die if it ended. He screeched as his sire’s cloven hand closed over his arousal and started to pump it. It only took four more rapid pumps and three more thrusts before he exploded. He cried out to the heavens, to all the forgotten ones and to his sire as he came, ecstasy swimming through him, flooding him and escaping with his seed.


* * * *

He slowly came to his sense, with Janos still inside him. It was aching now, and he was still so full. He felt his sire move; a cloven hand came up to brush over his forehead

“I love you,” Janos whispered, nuzzling his child.

“I love you, too.” Vorador tilted his head to give his sire better access.

“Maybe we should go to the bedroom,” Janos muttered, sitting up slowly, sliding out from his fledgling.

“Which one?” Vorador asked.

“Ours.” Janos smiled wickedly, pulling his fledgling to his feet. “I have much to show you”.


The End


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End note

Janos sits in a spider-man Tee shirt that is about three sizes to big for him and smiles widely.

Janos: Light hopes you enjoyed the fic. She is most proud that it even got finished, although she is disappointed with parts.

Light: I’m so proud, yet confused.

Janos: Please review, and she’ll give you . . . .

Light: One of Janos’ feathers.